Finding Aggressive Poems: What's Out There?

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I'm looking for poems in the violence/anger genre or anything (very)aggressive. So far I've found this. Does anyone know where I can find more?

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Hmm give me a call and remind me to write my thoughts as I'm driving through manhattan and a cab driver cuts in front of me.. oh just yesterday I had some great lines.. I'll get back to you on this soon.
 
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by Tyrone Green

Dark and lonely on a summer's night.

Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.

Watchdog barking. Do he bite?

Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.

Slip in his window. Break his neck.

Then his house I start to wreck.

Got no reason. What the heck?

Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.

C-I-L my land lord!
 
I'm looking for poems in the violence/anger genre or anything (very)aggressive. So far I've found this. Does anyone know where I can find more?

If you consider rap as poetry (it is), then this should be perfect:

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/2pac/hitemup.html
 
Dagenais said:
If you consider rap as poetry (it is), then this should be perfect:

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/2pac/hitemup.html

I 'm no-one to judge whether rap is poetry, but I'd rather say away from it. Thanks for the link though.

heartless: that fourth link is a little freaky don't you think.

Anymore links and suggestions(about poets) are welcome guys.
 
Gokul43201 said:
Google this : "nursery rhymes" :biggrin:

:smile:

I was told that the "Ring Around the Rosie" song has something to do with the Black Death. I'm not sure though.
 
Just get the lyrics to almost any Nine Inch Nails song.

I once wrote a sorta-poem that I thought was very good : it was a first person stream of consciousness account of a person soliloquising over a porridge dinner with interludes of attempted conversation with his dad across the table who seems oddly reticent. As the passage progresses, it turns out these are the psychotic ramblings of a son whose just blown his father's brains out (the father is actually slumped across the table with a big gaping hole in the skull. The porridge he's/I'm eating is flecked with bits of blood, brain, dura and skull.

Kind of James Joyce meets Clive Barker, extremely vivid and graphic, I felt disquieted after I had written it. I deleted it because I didn't want to keep that reflection of the darkness within me. In hindsight that was a mistake, it was really one of the best pieces I've written.